. The works of William Makepeace Thackeray . as nomore education, nor no more ideas, than the beef he feeds on. La ! Richard, whathever do you mean 1 Pooh ! How should yon know what I mean 1 Lay thembooks straight. Put the volumes together, stupid ! and the pajiers,and get the table ready for nursery tea, and dont go on theremopping your eyes, and making a fool of yourself, ]\Iary Pinhorn ! Oh, your heart is a stone—a stone—a stone ! cries Mary, ina burst of tears. And I wish it was hung round my neck, andI was at the bottom of the mcII, and—theres the hupstairs beU!Avith which signal I suitpo
. The works of William Makepeace Thackeray . as nomore education, nor no more ideas, than the beef he feeds on. La ! Richard, whathever do you mean 1 Pooh ! How should yon know what I mean 1 Lay thembooks straight. Put the volumes together, stupid ! and the pajiers,and get the table ready for nursery tea, and dont go on theremopping your eyes, and making a fool of yourself, ]\Iary Pinhorn ! Oh, your heart is a stone—a stone—a stone ! cries Mary, ina burst of tears. And I wish it was hung round my neck, andI was at the bottom of the mcII, and—theres the hupstairs beU!Avith which signal I suitpose I\Iary disai)peared, for I only heard asort of grunt from Mr. Bedford; tlien tlie clatter of a dish or two,the wheeling of (;haire and furniture, and then came a brief silence,which lasted initil the entry of Dicks subordinate. Buttons, who laidthe table for the childrens and Miss Priors tea. So here was an old story told over again. Here was love un-requited, and a little ijassionate heart wounded and unhappy. My i?*—- .^ ^^; 1^. WHKRK TIIK SIGAR GUKS ? I PLAY THE SPY 95 poor little Mary ! As I am a sinner, I will give tliec a crown whenI go away, and not a couple of .shillings, as my wont has shillings will not console thee much, but they will console theea little. Thou wilt not imagine that I bribe thee with any ]>rivythought of evil? Away! Ich habe genossen das irdische Gliick—ich habe—geliebt! At this juncture, I suppose Mrs. Prior must have entered theapartment, for though I could not hear her noiseless step, her littlecracked voice came pretty clearly to me with a Good afternoon,Mr. Bedford ! Oh, dear me ! what a many—many years we havebeen acquainted ! To think of the pretty little printers boy whoused to come to Mr. Batchelor, and see you grown such a fineman ! Bedford. How 1 Im only five foot four. Mrs. Prior. But such a fine figure, Bedford ! You are—nowindeed you are ! Well, you are strong and I am weak. You arewell, and I am weary an
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